A Drink And Inspiration To Go

I saw this on the bulletin board at Starbucks as I was walking out the door with drink in hand. I had seen another one a while back. It seems like the purest way to make and show art. Sketching on what’s available, then posting it anonymously for the world to enjoy.


I tried a couple of my own, although I did them at home, and they’re not anonymous.  But my creative thought process is on hiatus, so it’s all I could do.  It was fun using a pen on the napkin.  I was forced to make quick delicate lines or it would bleed.



Since I am living in the historic stair capitol of the world, and the weather report said it would be cooler today, I drove out beyond downtown LA to climb some stairs.  It started out lovely.  I have a guide book that I follow, and it said Judy Garland lived in the castle house below with her mother and sister in 1933.


The weather was getting warmer, but there were intermittent shady spots, and more fun things to see.



Below is a very creative Little Free Library someone made in the shape of a cat.  The little free libraries encourage people to take or leave a book.  They are scattered around the city, and in other states as well.  You can see my reflection in the glass.


The author of the guide book has never been the best at writing clear and concise directions. Today, as we descended one group of stairs, the directions read, “The staircase ahead continues down to Riverside Place.  Ignore that, and instead turn left onto the unpaved Silver Lake Court, and walk approximately 90 yards. There, just before India Street comes in on your right, bear left and walk through the grass up the slope.”  A photo below.


The weather was now very hot, and neither India Street nor a grassy slope appeared.  We found our way back to civilization, but needed to resort to GPS to get back to our car.  The routes of these walks have you start at a specific point, and ultimately make a circle so you wind up back at your starting point.  I’m glad we had parked in some shade.

I bought this group of rolling pins at my neighbor’s yard sale.  I’m thinking of making some sort of giant wind chime (although being wood they will not chime), but the size might look like a nice sculptural element in my yard.  I’ll need to paint them with some sort of weather resistant stain so they’ll stay intact.


And this last photo of some trees at a park near my house as I was walking one evening.


I hope you’ve been able to enjoy the outdoors with good summer weather (or winter if you’re in New Zealand).







Cool Old Things

I decided to go exploring today to areas I haven’t seen in LA.  I found some wonderful old Pasadena neighborhoods.  Tree lined streets, and small houses that showed the personality of the owners, all different, all enchanting.



I knew I was in the general area of some “Little Free Libraries.”  They are all around the country.  A list can be found on the internet.  Take a book, leave a book.  The library boxes are built by the owner of the house they are in front of, so each one is different.  I was excited when I found a couple.




In the window of this yard the owners continue to display their hopefulness. It is difficult sometimes with the state the world is in.


Yesterday I spent the afternoon walking around a fairly large flea market.  It’s always amazing to see so many things that have been passed from owner to owner, and wonder what their story is.  I usually just go to enjoy looking at everything on display, but I keep my eyes open for a few things.  Old fabric, old paper items, paintings, old toys and tiny whimsical things.  I have collected a lot of items in the past, but downsized in recent years.  If I bring home something now, it has to be pretty special and cheap.  I found these tiny watercolors painted in the 40’s.  I think my favorite old things are old handmade items.  I could picture someone maybe sitting down at their dining table and doing these.  And here they are. Still intact.  They came with a tiny calender with the year 1940 on it.  Had they been a Christmas present?  On the back of one, it says love from someone, but I can’t read the name.  I wonder, will someone come across my small attempts at drawing and mixed media seventy-five years from now?


Old things and old places can be pretty cool.